The other day as I was noodling around a memorial at Potsdamer Platz set up with a few old slabs from the Berlin Wall, I ran into a group of Polish tourists (cue Polish jokes here). One of the women gestured at me with her camera and I went to grab it thinking she wanted me to take a picture of she and her friend, but noooo. She wanted me to take a picture where I was standing with her and a friend. Apparently despite standing there in Berlin with an authentic piece of Berlin history, taking a picture with me would be a greater reflection to everyone back home that they'd actually been somewheres. I explained to them in the "Pan Slavic dialect" of just yelling out simple words in Slovenian til I saw some recognition in their eyes and explained that I didn't live in Berlin, but it didn't matter to them. Another one went in and grabbed a handful of my hair and her friend leaned in to snap one more photo for the road.
They were right on the money by picking me. I am impervious to stupidity. I just use it for blog fodder.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Berlin Diary Entry Number Four: An American Hairwolf in Berlin
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GRABBED YOUR HAIR?
Delux,
When was the last time you were in Europe? When was the last time you were in Central Europe? When was the last time you were in former communist/socialist Europe? Most of the time, these people wouldnt know the right thing to do if it hit them in the face. If I flared up every time someone did or said something that dumb I wouldn't be able to enjoy my life here.
It's great that you can take such lunacy in stride...
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